Do you need a reason

We should commit treason

And bring into this world a son.

And leave the valleys of the young

Valleys of the young

Valleys of brunch and tedium.

Well, your friends will become strange to you

Just as you will become strange to them

You'll live across a great divide

And the problems that seem like luxuries

They're off getting stoned and hugging trees

All the things you'll be forsaking

Still our hearts are constantly breaking.

From their cradle to our grave

Is it selfish, or is it brave?

Nana nanananana

Nananana

Nananana nanana...

Do you need a reason we've

Been making all to become three

And believe in this holy valley.

Land of brunch and misery

I'm living on

The valleys of the young.

Now you're going on 64

Driving down 65, to the hospital

To see if your adult son will survive or not

After taking those pills in the parking lot

You know the one behind the marriott

This is a dream you won't be waking

Still our hearts are constantly breaking.

From their cradle to our grave

Is it selfish, is it brave?

From their cradle to our grave

Is it selfish or is it brave?